In less than 48 hours
I'll be leaving Higley, Arizona
to drive in a straight shot to Dallas, Texas
In a Nissan 350Z
I'll fly down the highway, dust digging its way into the new air filter in the hot little car. Suitcase full of work clothes, a couple pair of jeans. I am going for work, I am going to get away, I am going to find something - that I don't know that I am really looking for. My head is filled with reason that can't be enacted.
I am going to the only Utopia
I have right now, and it is about to be destroyed. My co workers are my peers
, my friends. They are all in Dallas. And the thread that unified us is broken
. One by one we are going to drift apart after a series of victories that was not quite large enough for any of us. This is my John Galt
fairy tale. I am Dagny Taggart and that dark red Japanese sportscar is my Pullman car
Work has consumed my life and I have loved it, as I love my co workers. I can't wait to get to Texas, to my Utopia. I will cry when I watch us unravel - one brilliant departure
following another, and hope that work can ever be that rewarding again.